Bleachers Jesus Is Dead Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Each night, I pray that I'll meet God
Under the worry of my thoughts
Uh-huh
Nothing better than to be
All Phantom Thread with somebody
So nice
A kid I used to babysit
Drinks himself off a Dimes Square bench
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Oh yeah

[Chorus]
Tell them to grease the wheels
Pull the arrow back, start the appeal
I'm not the man who sold the world

[Verse 2]
I saw exactly what I asked for
I'm the well-adjusted herb
Uh-huh
A teenage girl just sized me up
It's something I don't wanna discuss
Uh-huh, what's wrong?
Oh yeah

[Chorus]
Tell them to grease the wheels
Pull the arrow back, start the appeal
I'm not the man who sold the world

[Verse 3] Jesus is dead and so's New York
I built a place right down the shore
It's nice
Do you remember DFA
Misshapes and, oh, the great Longwave?
I do and I miss it
All the time

[Chorus]
Tell them to grease the wheels
Flip the hourglass, start up the steel
I'm not the man who sold the world

[Verse 4]
We drove forever and the venue herbs
Took all of our money and all of our merch
f*ck off (f*ck off)
So let's make it Bleachers, make it shore
The louder you scream, the harder he blows
You know what I mean
Texas man cause a scene

[Chorus]
Tell them to grease the wheels
Pull the arrow back, start the appeal
I'm not the man who sold the world

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